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What I need is an incendiary imagination, one that blazes across the mind and page with images so bright as to cause the reader to squint for protection. But there just isn’t enough heat in my life. Maybe I can … Continue reading
Too damn practical Got no enthusiasm No spontaneity, no zest. I stand accused of this sin. I am, in fact, My mother’s daughter, And so – a secondhand survivor Of the Great Depression, That great teacher of Practical information. Perhaps … Continue reading
all these faces these shades of coffee and chocolate and weak tea and rosy brown all these faces aren’t like mine my convictions are strained my humanity is in question my value to myself teeters on my ability to recognizes … Continue reading
Looking at the red stippling under the clouds as the sun rose this morning reminded me of Joni Mitchell and “Both Sides Now.” I wonder if the tops of the clouds are lit with red and orange and yellow as … Continue reading
She wanted to hold the baby girl, but there was another and another. All waiting in bassinets stretching into the far corners of the room. She touched her as much as possible while changing her diaper – rubbed her arms … Continue reading
Our neighborhood covenants require keeping your trash barrel in the garage or behind a fence. Keeps the neighborhood neat, it does. Yet walking through the garage to the scent of cantaloupe rinds or decaying chicken skin isn’t fun. That’s why … Continue reading
The filing cabinet taunts me. Engorged with unpublished stories, rejection letters, poems meant for only me, clips from magazines that actually bought an article, book contracts, book proposals that never made it. It sits there, asking me – reminding me … Continue reading
The Frog Lady, 8 Ron bounded out the screen door and leapt through the giant petrified frog carcasses. Fear-induced paralysis seemed to afflict him. His movement stopped. He turned an eye to look back and saw the towering silhouette of … Continue reading
The Frog Lady, 7 The screen door was open. Ron stretched out a languorous finger and pulled. The aroma was stronger in the kitchen. He felt a strange longing to fall to the floor and do nothing but breathe in. … Continue reading